Elevated over a ravine, the Massassi Arena has withstood the tests of time. It is arranged in a circular formation and made by a slab of stone that connects the opposite slopes of the ravine. On its eastern side, the floating arena leads to a staircase and into a near-vertical cliff face. Because of its nearly unsupported vantage that overlooks a several hundred-meter fall, even the smallest creatures can feel the occasional motion the platform makes as the breeze brushes across its cold surface.

Adding to the adrenaline rush of standing within the slab’s concentric patterns carved into the rock, barriers and obstacles echo the Massassi’s commitment to taking every advantage over their opponents. Pillars ring the outer edge without guardrails linking them, some remaining intact and others having toppled into the arena or over the perilous heights to the ground far below. Weeds and other flora cover each surface as nature seeks to reclaim the ravine and eventually send the arena itself to the depths.

A creaky rope-bridge leads away towards another ancient suspended platform with the same weathered, upturned stones. Mossy footing, and uneven ground make each of these platforms unique in small subtle ways. While there is no seating for formal spectators, the ancient stones of the Massassi Arena hold an omniscient, aged wisdom that speak to the things they have seen and the battles fought through history.

A third rope-bridge leads to yet another platform, completing the triad of battlegrounds that make up the Massassi Arena.

It has been the most random series of events Kalen has ever experienced in sequence. And this was Kalen, the guy who had survived his entire life among a group of old republicers that had been lost in another galaxy, and who had piloted an old Republic Dreadnaught home, whilst inside the belly of an enormous Purgil. 

Long story short, Kalen had finally heard back from Zujenia about his 'Jedi Order' inquiries, and now had some concrete leads on what to look into in terms of his family history. He was a 5th generation Jedi, or so he had been told recently. It had been time to live up to his heritage.

Ruka's presence on this trip to the Massisi Arena on Kulsinor had been a product of pure chance. Kalen and him had ran across each other at the Shame Corner Service station, and after talking for a few minutes Ruka had offered to accompany Kalen on his quasi pilgrimage.

The trip up to the arena itself had been slow and somewhat arduous but I they finally arrived, both men were sort of listless amd unsure of what had brought either of them there in the first place.

“Do you sense that?” Kalen asked Ruka as they stood in the centre of the circular arena with the staircases to the front and back of them.

“The self senses it as well.” Ruka replied. Ruka was not a violent or eager warrior by any means but the coldness and encroaching darkness was unmistakable. Very dark forces had surrounded the 2 of them. For what purpose, neither knew.

2 sequential series of snap hiss sounds broke through the silence as the mist and Darkness fully took hold.

“Sorry for bringing into this…whatever this is” Kalen said to Ruka as he pulled his lightsaber into a high ready stance. Kalen's search for knowledge and meaning in his life had brought the 2 of them directly into an ambush.